Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 130286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
The short skirt rustled, and cool air touched her sex as she carefully sauntered to the bar. Fishing out three cubes of ice, she poured the amber liquid and carefully carried the glass back to the desk. She
handed it to him, but he didn’t take it.
“Straddle me.”
Glancing at the desk, she looked back at him askance.
“Put it on the coaster.” She did as instructed.
Balancing on one wobbly foot, she lifted her leg over his knees and lowered her body. He caught her
hips and drew her close. His cock stood between them as he reached for her bodice and split the fabric
wide with a quick tug. The satin material shredded to her bellybutton. She gasped and his hands
cupped her breasts, fingers brushed over her nipples until they drew into sharp little points.
He growled and released her, reaching around for the glass and taking a sip. Her eyes watched the
curve of his throat, his Adam’s apple slowly rising as he took a long swallow of scotch. He placed the
glass back on the desk and leaned forward to capture her nipple in his mouth.
She hissed at the cool touch of his tongue and realized he’d stolen an ice cube from the glass. The
brush of frozen water to her heated flesh sent chills up her spine and down her chest. She shivered and he chuckled as he moved to her other breast.
He played with her nipples until she felt like she might come. His fingers tugged and pulled at the
nubs while his frosty mouth teased. She rocked over him, grinding against his cock, and he gripped her
hips. “Are you stealing from me?”
She frowned. “What?”
“Were you just trying to steal an orgasm without my permission?”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
His hips lifted and he tucked his cock away. “Stand up.”
She trembled with anticipation. As she stood, the top of her uniform hung in tatters, leaving her
breasts peeking out through the shreds of fabric.
“You are so beautiful, Evelyn. I don’t even think you realize how stunning you are, which only adds
to your beauty.”
Her face heated. “Thank you. I think you’re beautiful too.”
He tugged her close and she lost her balance. The heat of his palm burned over her cheeks as he
rubbed her ass. “You have an amazing ass.” The smack took her by surprise. She gasped as heat spread
over her. He rubbed the tender flesh and smacked again. Her sex clenched and she moaned. The third
swat landed between her spread legs, his fingers grazing her wet lips. Fingers dragged over her skin
and suddenly filled her.
He fucked her with his digits, using fast thrusts. She came in a matter of seconds, feeling her cream
coat his fingers and crying out. His mouth slammed into hers. The kiss was greedy. His tongue took
her mouth. Teeth pulled at lips. They became possessed by dark need.
The chair rolled over and papers fell. And then she was being lifted and pressed into the glass
window. Her legs wrapped around his hips. Her weight leaned into the glass. His pants were again
undone and dropped to his thighs. He filled her in one hard thrust.
There were various levels of their sex. Sometimes it was slow like summer rain. Sometimes it was
intense like a winter storm that built gradually and ended in something beautiful. And then there was
good old chaotic fucking. That’s what he did to her. Like a tornado crashing into a hurricane, he swept in and changed everything.
His body beat at hers in smooth licks like a rushing brook over the bellies of rocks. Thunder built in
his chest and they came in an eruption of cries. He broke her open, split her every nerve wide, and left her without a shred of cover: bare, exposed, sheltered in nothing more than him.
He breathed into her shoulder harshly, pinning her to the window. Her six-inch heels dangled at his
back. Her lips pouted as she caught her breath.
“I’ve never had better service,” he rasped and she laughed, tugging at his hair.
***
With a final sigh of satisfaction, Lucian collapsed beside her in the bed. It was still early morning.
She was truly enjoying waking up beside him each morning.
Evelyn breathed deeply through a smile. She’d never slept with anyone else, but she doubted anyone
was as good as Lucian.
He sighed. “Tonight should be interesting.”
It was Jamie’s surprise party at Lucian’s sister’s. “Are you not looking forward to it?”
“Hmm, looking forward to it? Not necessarily, but I’m sure we’ll enjoy ourselves. I’ve made
arrangements for you to get your hair and makeup done at the salon.”
That was good. She wasn’t very confident in her grooming abilities and would rather have a
professional tell her what looked right. “Thank you.”
He leaned in and kissed the arch of her cheek. “I’ll be crossing paths with you at some point. I need
a haircut.”
Her fingers ran through his dark hair flopped over his forehead. Strands of silver shined in the thick